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Posted on January 6, 2013 at 11:24:49 PM by ALiCE
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From the ashes Malodian rose. It was funny the way in which it happened. Things would happen slowly and they would happen quickly, but never in between. The young woman was feeling less young than usual, but it didn’t matter. They would change if she wanted them to. They would change if she didn’t. The clockwork angel couldn’t help what couldn’t be changed and couldn’t change what she could help. Everything would shift and rage on, and everything would change. The automaton wouldn’t bother with too much of it. It was starting to get real old real fast. Good thing that everything was changing. Alice had stuck with the gypsies, finding herself oddly intrigued by the medicine man that had lead the exodus and saved them all. There were others, sure, but she knew not of them. The gypsies in Scotavia had fared well thanks to the medicine man. Hawthorn had done them well. Alice only wanted to do them justice, and that could be a problem. The clockwork angel had her own issues and her own problems to deal with. She was a mammoth, and that was the first issue she took hold of. Still, looks weren’t everything. She could look manly, and everyone who pointed it out could get over it. What she couldn’t get over was a lack of company. Still, bitch or deal with it. The automaton made her way across the strange landscape that had become Malodian’s world. Though she looked, there was little she saw. She would look at the forest and simply see trees, and that wasn’t enough for her. This place didn’t seem to be enough for her any more—damn her picky nature. Alice didn’t settle, and maybe that was the problem. If she just learned to settle for what was put in front of her—no. That was a cop out. If there was one thing she wouldn’t do was cop out. The creature made her way down until she saw the swamp. The place was creepy in dawn’s first light but… but she was drawn in. The clockwork angel’s eyes skimmed across the greenish tinge on the surface, the brambles and patches of odd thicket-y brush. It was this place that intrigued her, and she would explore. Alice was left to wonder about the fate of the gypsies as she stumbled across the brambles. Where would they go now that the world was crumbling? Al least she had the stability of their group… at least they hadn’t fallen apart. hound’s gypsy | seven | unattached |
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- lol - By lol August 30, 2017 at 02:12:27 AM
in the pursuit of happiness - By Hawthorn January 7, 2013 at 00:04:37 AM
AS iF TO FLY - By ALiCE January 7, 2013 at 11:29:51 PM
in the pursuit of happiness - By Hawthorn January 8, 2013 at 09:32:09 PM
AS iF TO FLY - By ALiCE January 9, 2013 at 03:39:05 AM
in the pursuit of happiness - By Hawthorn January 10, 2013 at 10:20:30 PM
AS iF TO FLY - By ALiCE January 12, 2013 at 06:58:42 AM
in the pursuit of happiness - By Hawthorn January 24, 2013 at 10:06:41 PM
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